layered to opaque resplendence a solid mystery to touch it bends around the body that has no bones
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boundless in dance extending to spiral with prism majesties and contracting to trumpet sound echo loveliest see leaf bud explode to spring tongue on a knobby branch then sycamore shoot up to pulsing orb then crumble then dust again a cycle of rebirth in an instant a swirl of
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breath the you imagines me us belong to one another coil and glimmer water ripple chords against stone sashay of sound how sound interpolates light zhe gender dissembles more than echolalia how spark synapse pulses in complement discord that leads to and from accord fluid path call this place nevaeh though it has no name but holds tendrils of thrush quick spin like ladybug on back or quicksilver salmon calculating force to effect change climbflight let us call the place without place whole shattered traveling through cells dust in the trail of a tadpole’s thrash or a comet orbiting a nonexistent thumb world wondermiracle or yes and no
print this on the because it is
| everyw(here) |
gnome knell imaginings the conundrum of tadpoles bard change in spheres spiral broken circle ribbons on air streams of luminosity chasm coordinate sharp caverns twist to pools of blue reflecting blare out brass to serenade a falling cascade of stone transmutes the evolution ice erosion to body transfiguration prance extend knot this is to know goddeath more uh
glory the amber pool to bioluminescence how dinoflagellates swirl disturbed water exhaustion of pores salt to fresh bay sweetness galaxies encircle window pane break of buzz jut ululation the sounds of time bending into wind play of a thousand tin pieces tik tin tlic tin masterpiece hammock location nebulous locate pin | and ∫ factor the bi-
let us call the place nevaeh bliss the state between a corridor of chiffon light thin to parting but
i am the spent apple tossed aside : with its pocked core : pebble that claims an old man’s falling : knee begging for its own dust : i am the click of my neighbor’s oiled bullet house : balanced against his son’s knob swivel joint :: sing your verse high :: within this dark channel i invoke the dawn : adhān, when my spirit leaves the shell : how it trembles in ululation the voice : of Allah just beyond Within the cave mouth : i glimpse the metal glint as the bullet enters : the chamber he commits himself to demon : work with wrenched face sparkle of unshed tears : i wonder if my wife will ever know when to weep :: sing it so it saves you :: he closes his eyes against earth, already soaking : in life’s end the bodies of men boys his age : open to their rot like wormed apples i will fall silent : witness a miracle he pulls he pulls again we stare : in wonder chuckle as if we could walk home now : hand in hand i never see the bullet’s powder flash :: sing your holy song like it could make you free
genocide bop with chorus sung from “We Are” by Sweet Honey in the Rock